It is Christmas 1914. As Europe descends further into the Great War, Christopher Flyte is sent home in disgrace from his school. He returns to the sleepy English village of Alton. It is there that he meets the mysterious traveller, Bailey - a master storyteller who fills the boy's head with stories of King Arthur's time. The more Christopher hears, the more he suspects that Bailey's stories are more than just simple myths.

Soon, Christoper is a pawn in a game that has been playing out for centuries....

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Hello and thanks for visiting my site. I'm John. Nice to meet you. This site is my blog - a venture started in January of 2014 to hopefully entertain you and occasionally introduce you to some new writers and film-makers. Do stop by now and again.

My own novel, “The Boy In Winter's Grasp” is published by Fantastic Books Publishing. Click on this link for more.

In the mean time enjoy the blog posts and reviews. And please, do get in contact. If you've got any books or independent films that you think are worth a look, do let me know and I'll review them here.

John.

Latest Blog Post

Last year I wrote a blog article about the remote places I write in. As I said there, I really struggle to write at home, mainly because the office at home is for my business rather than my writing career. I really struggle not to check emails, surf the web and do the sorts of things I do when I am wearing my web developer hat. Hence, I like to rent a cottage in the middle of no-where, ideally without phone reception or broadband access, and work there. ..

Latest Review

I’m not usually a fan of crime fiction. Or at least it’s not my ‘go to’ choice when deciding what I am going to read. Apart from a few Inspector Morse novels when I was younger and the inevitable John Grisham thriller (is that even crime?) I haven’t felt the urge to read them. I also tend to shy away from crime TV unless it has something else that really grabs me (a period piece, Oxford, that sort of thing). So I approached Penny Grubb’s ‘Like False Money’ with just a little trepidation.
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